Calendars should come with dropcloths.
There are good days, and there are days that should just be covered up with a drop sheet on our collection of wall calendars. Strike it down to experience and plan for improvement the next time around.
Things started off with my usual round of online trivia. Nothing too hard, with the usual match being over in under a minute. Today, the clock got mired down in some unforeseen mudhole, and when I came back to see how I had fared, the elapsed time had risen to beyond an hour and a half. Hardly a competitive effort.
I was awake early due to stomach discomfort. Nothing serious, nothing cited in the Journal; a malaise that gave me permission to return to bed. For the day. Now, I’m not a malingerer by design, but when you see me curled up with a hot water bottle (shades of my grandmother’s generation), have mercy and leave the lights off and the door closed behind you.
Bedbound, I missed out on grocery shopping, taxi tasking, any effort to play with the dog and an afternoon of bad TV. We’re in to that time of the year where everyone down south is wearing football gear and up north they shouting “Hurry! Hard!” at spinning disks of granite. In retrospect, nothing to require my undivided attention.
By evening, it was clear that supper would be haphazard. I opted for a delicious salad with chicken and ham as the protein supplements. When a salad becomes the highlight of a day, it’s time to kick back under the covers with a good book. I’m there.
